| Yeah!
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| One two. |
| Smut Peddlers
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| Kool Keith. |
| in the place
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| (I stays actin like that!)
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| Pose for TV in lightning dub fashion
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| Big cities like New York and L.A. need some action
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| Channel 2 support the best rap on the NBA basketball court
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| Champion when I rap large, cats with champion thoughts get thinner
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| No minks displayed, y’all freeze this winter
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| Girls react to wack status, get tantalized with stunning
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| Operation black status — move you out like shipment
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| Your producers work with Mickey Mouse equipment
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| Anybody I get with start rhymin different
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| You’re old like frozen biscuits
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| Delete your cheap service deliver raps like Fleet Service
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| Empire structure, elite service
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| The United States deserve us, everybody jumpin on Curtis
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| Mayfield play field stay still
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| Put blankets on Ampex reels, reel to reel
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| Walk back think back, double backed backpacks
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| Switch up the upperclass, for the double class
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| (I want it like that! I got it like that!
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| I’m crooked like that! |
| I do it like that!)
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| Smack you with a condom, on and on
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| For. |
| you stink MC’s!
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| I got vintage Nikes stuck firm in the earth’s dirt
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| Thirty-one flavors of hydroponic sherbert
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| With rainbow jimmies, brain glow in me
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| It’s the manic, run the point like Mike Bibby
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| The son of Henry, with the last minute entry
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| Y’all hangin on my balls, tea-baggin like Tetley
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| Introduce the high post to the low post
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| And choke on 'em, when we blow skunk on 'em
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| Kids doin coke mad cause they dick shrunk on 'em
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| And if your woman wants, I blow the spunk on 'em
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| Fuck a third eye, my third leg hobble her
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| With beer goggles, shit and Jack bottles, tobacco
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| I’m sick in essential elements I sip
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| Use a tuning fork to eat lace alphabets
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| Eon, hit the mindless with the timeless
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| Got a iced out dick, honey come shine this
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| I stick my skull out for anybody
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| Comin out the side of my neck fuckin ugly white bitches is a HOB-BY
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| Callin me out I’m on the frontline sleepwalkin
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| Three million sheep talkin up intestines for this meat coffin
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| Run up in some dirty bitch watchin her soaps
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| Give my daughter a shotty if she pick up daddy’s (?) envelopes
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| The only bitch I listen to
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| Tried to smuggle in some shit, but I couldn’t piss it through
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| On a bottom feeder, pukin a two liter
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| Bash you and your crew tryin to sneak out a gay theater
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| Riddles, spinal town, screwed the vagina down
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| Cut the body and raped it to the acetate for vinyl clowns
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| Stuffed my jacket with albino down furs
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| She went on my plane starvin, eatin passengers
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| Even semi-digesteds poke for free
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| Til Kubrick jumps in the pussy and fucks it better than me |